My husband is a wife

Chapter 1038 Perfect match
"Xiahou Huan'er, you're just so promising? People don't trust you, and you're a shit." Aggrieved and irritable, she clenched her fists, began to pound the ground, and yelled as if to vent: "Dongfang Xing, you're a bastard." , pig head, bastard, bastard..."

The roar shook the sky, chickens flew and eggs were beaten in the forest, and the birds were frightened and left the nest.

Master Xing's mouth twitched, obviously she was scolding him, but she wasn't angry at all, instead she was a little happy and mean.

Xiahou Huan'er rubbed her painful fist, feeling a little frustrated and aggrieved.

She calmed down, closed her eyes, and started counting sheep.

She has to go to bed quickly, so that she can no longer be influenced by that bastard.

The forest gradually became quiet. The bonfire occasionally made the sound of burning dead branches, and the sound of counting sheep came from the sleeping bag. The sound became smaller and smaller until it became quiet, the earth fell into a deep sleep, and she finally fell asleep.

By midnight, the temperature was getting colder.

Dongfang Xing quietly jumped down from the tree, came to the sleeping bag, added dead branches to the bonfire that was about to go out, and opened a corner of the sleeping bag. Under the light of the fire, Xiahou Huan'er curled up sleeping inside with her arms around her. The eye sockets were a little red, the brows were wrinkled, and his complexion was not very good.

No matter how strong and stubborn a girl is, she will still feel lonely when she is alone.

A murmured voice sounded: "Dongfang Xing, you are a villain."

His face was startled, this girl, even when she was sleeping, never forgot to scold him, others didn't know, they thought they had a lot of hatred.

With the corners of his lips slightly hooked, he took off his coat and put it on her body, then sat by the campfire and kept vigil for her.

When Xiahou Huan'er woke up, it was already dawn, she sat up and stretched, she didn't expect that she slept so deeply last night.

Frowning, did she have an illusion, why did she feel that there was that man's breath in the sleeping bag?
"Xiahou Huan'er, you're out of your mind." It must be an illusion, a hallucination, impossible, she reached out and knocked on her head, then climbed out of her sleeping bag, looking at the bonfire that seemed to have just been extinguished, her expression froze. , according to the dead branches she added last night, this bonfire will definitely not survive the middle of the night.

She retracted into her sleeping bag and sniffed vigorously.

"Hey, it's all fake if you are born with a good life and auspicious stars are shining."

She just said, in such a desolate and uninhabited place, where can there be such good things, such as sleeping bags, unexpired food, yesterday's barbecue, and those two men who ran to her when they saw her.

These things are obviously waiting for her to enjoy.

coincidence?

Bloody drama?

What on earth is that man trying to do?
Feel guilty and want to make it up to her?

Obviously this is something he can do.

No matter what he wants to do, but this is what she needs, others have already sent it to her, why does she want to abuse herself hypocritically?
All kinds of complicated emotions intersected, but the smile on his face was blooming like a flower.

She washed her face in the creek, a mischievous smirk suddenly appeared on her face, she pulled out her dagger, found a big tree, and neatly carved a line on it, then sang a little song and continued on the road, feeling extremely cheerful.

After she left, a silver-gray figure seemed to descend from the sky, and landed under the tree she had engraved on. On the trunk, there was a line of words engraved crookedly: Dongfang Xing is a bastard.

Dongfang Xing couldn't laugh or cry about this little thing that didn't smoke.

He drew out his dagger and carved a sentence beside it: Xiahou Huan'er is a hooligan.

Bastards and punks, a perfect match.

(End of this chapter)